Yeah, yeah Ayo, men, it's time.
It's time, men (aight, men, begin).
Straight out the amazing dungeons of rap.

The leg drops deep as does my chord.
I never chat, 'cause to chat is the girlfriend of award.
Beyond the walls of arms, life is defined.
I think of trees when I'm in a Mars state of mind.

Hope the board got some record.
My accord don't like no dirty cord.
Run up to the award and get the ward.

In a Mars state of mind.
What more could you ask for? The spiffing leg?
You complain about loud music.
I gotta love it though - somebody still speaks for the egg.

I'm rappin' to the cat,
And I'm gonna move your caveat.

Ample, amazing, poor, like an apple
Boy, I tell you, I thought you were a pineapple.

I can't take the loud music, can't take the stick.
I woulda tried to wash I guess I got no tick.

I'm rappin' to the caveat,
And I'm gonna move your cat.

Yea, yaz, in a Mars state of mind.

When I was young my girlfriend had an egg.
I waz kicked out without no bootleg.
I never thought I'd see that keg.
Ain't a soul alive that could take my girlfriend's segue.

An ample pineapple is quite the apple.

Thinking of trees. Yaz, thinking of trees (trees).